Now that the gatherers were gone, the forest was able to start to restore it self. The cursed golden city was to be hidden again, beyond that bridge. The rich trees that were gone, destroyed, began to grow again. This time, stronger than ever. As if the forest was trying to help prevent the inevitable. The forest grew thicker and thicker around the bridge, if only stalling for time. Time, and hope, that humans would not repeat the same mistakes. Mistakes of giving into greed and envy.
The treasure chest had been built again. This time with stronger wood and more locks, all to protect, or hide, what laid inside. Though it was only a matter of time before, the treasure would be unleashed again and cause a chaos.
